Mulievir

I am haunting myselfe
I have cold hands & a million eyes
I ruck up my skirts & bound up the stairs
all the world is but a rustling of silks
I will unbutton thee Sir if thou wilt cut my lace asunder
I am a girl again more than half-savage
   yesternight I did find a little clown-beast caught in a cage
   a birdcage it was not meant for anything wild
   meant for tame creatures who hop the length of a finger
   & back againe at the twitch of a string
   who sing by rote whose heartes beat by rote
   but Oh not I no not I
   I am a hypocritical political animal I am not content
   to flap my wings prettily yet I sit all the livelong day
   & gawk gawk gawk at the poor beasties in their cages
a virgin prostitute with a hearte of fool's gold am I
I ache for a man's glov'd hand in my hair
yanking my head back so loving-disdainful
good girl good boy good bad girlboy bad boy bad bad bad girl
wast there when Sodom & Gomorrah fell boy
trod thou with thy bootes over the charr'd earthe girl
Oh no not I not I not I 'twas another another another
   all flesh is grass we are sinners all
   I have shorn my hair like to a nun's
   but the Devil is inside me & he calleth me sweete names
   boy he calls me I am his servant girl I shall be thine
   thou shalt be mine & I shall be thine
   if thou wilt hitch up my petticoats unlace my bootes
   unbone my stays fuck me in the field on the altar on the chopping-block
   hang my she-wolf skin from the scaffold & sew my garments up againe
be not afraid of my million eyes I will speak plainly
I will say such words thou'lt think me possess'd
nun-cunt thigh-fuck boy-bitch cockless cavalier
black bile yellow bile all out of joynte
filthe on white lace I shall be stitching this for years yet
women's work handiwork put your hands on me
   hound me into the ghetto I shall seep out like tar to haunt thee
   murther me dead I will bite the black of the earthe & crawl out
   pox me plague me I will sink thy ships
   in the name of all jesters jail'd & hang'd for a jape

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